"To think that even Goddess Xingxing and Sage Danzhu have set their prices…" Wu Meiyu murmured, peering over Xiaoyu's shoulder. "15,000 Dimension Essence a minute. I'm afraid even my father won't be able to afford it. A king's ransom for a mere sixty seconds of conversation."
"It is a bargain, and you know it, Meiyu," Yu Qingyan stated, her voice carrying the certainty of someone who had already dabbled with similar deals as an Emissary of the Verdant Sky Pavilion.
She stepped into the booth, her dark eyes reflecting the soft glow of the jade console. "These are divine beings and immortals. A sect patriarch will gladly bankrupt his treasury for a five-minute consultation with Zhenren Chuang to fix a flaw in their sect-protecting array. An alchemist stuck at a bottleneck for three centuries will sell his soul for one minute of Sage Danzhu's time to correct a pill formula. Calling this service a Hall of Enlightenment is well-deserved."
